I think it happened. I think Boomba is officially weaned from breastfeeding. At around nine months he was down to three nursing sessions a day. Last month we replaced his afternoon session with cow's milk, which he loved. So he would only nurse first thing in the morning and right before bed. Honestly though, I knew the one in the morning was for my benefit more than his. I would nurse him in bed and while he ate, I got a few extra minutes of sleep and sometimes, Boomba would fall back asleep too. In the last few weeks Boomba's bedtime feedings were getting shorter and shorter. Last night he refused the breast all together.
He has never refused, not once. If there is anything my child can do well, it's eat. So instead of nursing him, I read him some books and put him to bed. I figured he didn't nurse because we had dinner late and he was full from that. But still, I couldn't help but feel a little hurt and rejected.
This morning Dim got up to get Boomba and bring him back to bed with us like normal. He refused my breast again. Not completely. He took a few sips but definitely not enough for him to feel satisfied. It's as if he was just being polite about it. Like he didn't want to be rude and not at least taste the milk I had prepared for him homemade.
Where has my baby gone? His first birthday is in fifteen days. When Boomba was born so many people told me to savor the time when he was a little baby. We totally didn't though. All we talked about was how cool it would be when he started walking and talking. And although those things are cool, I wish I could hold my tiny baby again.
I really didn't think I would get so sad when his birthday rolled around, but I am. I can't believe that he doesn't even need to nurse before bed. I thought that would be the hardest for him to get over since it brought so much comfort to him. I, clearly, was wrong. He needs no comfort from me. I bet the whole day, he's just thinking of that damn frog and how he can't wait to snuggle with it. That frog has stolen my baby.



